Saturday, 27 January 2018

Bad Apples, Sneaky Silverbeet & Good Eggs

It's taken me a couple
of weeks to write today's post, because I don't like writing about
negative things as a rule, not unless there's a positive to go with
it anyway. But I've decided that I will for several reasons. The main
one is that, one of the things people tell me when they read accounts
of life on the road is that you never hear about the bad stuff, only
the perfect and idyllic. I agree and think it's important to keep it
real. The other reasons are that 1) I believe that SOMEBODY needs to
speak out about this issue because it happens to too many people far
too often and 2) I was actually really deeply affected by these
experiences, surprisingly so. Which is pretty ironic because in my
last blog I was only just saying how I felt I had grown in confidence
and was a lot more comfortable in my own skin. Still, I guess none of
us are bullet proof.

You don't need a big flash motorhome to be happy!

As I have previously said, no doubt to the point
of boring you all silly, the majority of people we meet on the road
are absolutely lovely. We have made so many dear friends, of all ages
and from all countries. On the whole, the people you meet in
motorhomes are a lot like us - friendly, relaxed and will do anything
for anyone. But like most things in life, you only need a few bad
apples to spoil the barrel - or at least make it taste a bit sour for
a while - and I had the misfortune recently to encounter some two
days in a row. Why? For one reason only. I choose to live in a
smaller vehicle than they do. In their eyes this naturally makes me
poor, quite probably European and most definitely a lesser mortal.
It's not the first time we have encountered this treatment and I'm
sure it won't be the last, but I need to get this written down and
out of my head so that I can hold it up again and move on.

The first instance was when a jaunty lady came
marching up to Gareth and I as we pottered outside our van. 'My
goodness, you have wings!' she said, referring to the NZMCA sticker
which identifies us as being members of the national Motorhoming
association. 'Yes, yes we do', we replied. 'We've been living on the
road permanently for the past 15 months'. 'In this thing?' she said,
'You know, where we come from, people call them sliders', she nodded
wryly towards the van. 'Yes, we know', we said, having heard the term
many a time before, due to our vehicle having sliding doors.
'Normally we try to stay as far away as possible from people like
you!' she smirked. 'Well we've been here a while now and we help out
around the place', we said, smiling through gritted teeth. At this,
she burst into peals of hysterical laughter. 'REALLY? You? Oh that's
hilarious!' she said, barely able to contain herself, before carrying
on her merry way. Gareth and I looked at each other and raised our
eyebrows. We had no idea what was so funny, but it seemed we had
encountered our first real snob. Still, at least she was a friendly
snob.

I'm proud of my little garden!

The next day however I looked out of the window to
see a large caravan had pulled up next to the water tap and a couple
had got out. I had seen them a few minutes earlier and said hello but
they didn't reply. The woman appeared to be very interested in my
flourishing vegetable garden and walked around it repeatedly before
helping herself to some parsley and returning to her car. I chuckled
to myself at the sight of it but didn't really mind. Since taking
over care of the vegie patch I've taken a real pride in looking after
it and it does get a lot of comments. I'm happy to share our
abundance of vegies with anyone if they're going to be here for a few
days. However a few minutes later she got out of her vehicle again
and started thumbing through my carrots, before then grabbing hold of
my silverbeet and was about to pull some out. Bloody cheek of it! I
hopped out of the van and strode over to the woman. 'Excuse me, do
you want something?' I said, heart pounding. It's not like me to be
assertive you see. 'No!' she replied glaring at me, dropping the
silverbeet as if it burned her. 'It's OK, you can have some if you
like. It's just mine after all', I shrugged. 'This is yours?' she
replied, gesturing to the garden. 'How did you get this?' she asked, looking at
me as if I was something nasty she'd just found under her shoe.

'I live here', I said. 'I'm an assistant
caretaker. I help to look after the place'. 'That's a lie', she
immediately jumped down my throat. 'The caretaker died a few days
ago!' 'I assure you he's very much alive and well!' I replied. 'You
are thinking of the caretaker at Mosgiel who did indeed recently pass
away'. Who knows, maybe she thought the garden had been the deceased
caretaker's and that it was perfectly acceptable to steal the poor
man's vegetables!

At this point, the woman's husband joined in the
conversation and thankfully he was friendly enough. 'What's all the
writing on your van?' he asked. I explained that I was a writer for
Motorhomes, Caravans & Destinations magazine and that often
campers know who we are and go out of their way to introduce
themselves. He shook my hand, introduced himself and his wife and she
also grudgingly shook my hand before asking me, 'So how long have you
had your wings?' From here I then had to explain that yes, these WERE
my wings, they WERE the real thing, not pinched from anyone else, and
I had been an NZMCA member the entire time I had owned this van and
lived on the road. To end with, I asked if they had been to stay here
before and on hearing they hadn't, told them where they could park
and where to find everything, just as I do with all the other
campers. The man thanked me and as they left I said to the woman,
'Honestly, feel free to take some lettuces or silverbeet before you
go, there really is only so much we can eat ourselves!' 'No. No thank
you', she replied loftily, before driving off to the other side of
the ground. There she stayed and I never saw her again. She sure as
heck didn't go anywhere near the garden after that either!

Now it may sound like a petty gripe to you but
this nasty attitude regarding both young people and people who do not
have $200,000 motor homes and CHOOSE to live in smaller vehicles
quite happily, needs to stop. My case is a classic example of why you
should never judge a book by its cover. In both cases Gareth and I
were treated like dirt, yet we were the ones responsible for helping
them to enjoy their stay. They were just lucky I was too embarrassed
and shaken to ask them to leave. They were also extremely lucky in
the second scenario that Gareth was not there to witness their
treatment of me! Even so, it has affected me to the point that, even
a couple of weeks later, I am still very wary of meeting and greeting
people who display that same sticker. Fortunately everybody since has
been lovely and have gone out of their way to introduce themselves
first.

Us with John and Lynette. Hooray for good people!

As I said at the start of my post, I don't like
writing about anything negative unless I have a positive to follow on
with. And as luck would have it, around the same time we bumped into
John and Lynette. When I say bumped into I mean quite literally! We
were out for a walk and got talking, as happens a lot. Most people
always want to know your story; where you come from, how long you've
been on the road and what you do and I mentioned I was a writer for
Motorhomes, Caravans & Destinations magazine. 'I got an message
the other day from someone called Jackie about an article she's
writing', the woman said. 'That's me!' I said in disbelief. 'No way!
I'm Lynette!' we both burst out laughing. I had no idea where she
was when I contacted her, she could have been anywhere and she didn't
know where I was either! We chatted for a while and then they said
'We're going across the road to the Town & Country Club a bit
later, feel free to join us!' So we did, and the warmth of these
lovely people, not to mention Lynette's infectious laugh really
restored my faith in humanity.

A few days later I received a message from her.
We're moving on today. Will be pop in for a coffee after lunch before
we go'. 'Lynette and John are coming over soon', I smiled to Gareth.
'Oh heck, hang on!' I quickly messaged back. 'Be great to see you -
but we don't have any mugs or milk as we don't drink coffee!' 'No
problem, we'll bring our house to yours!' came the reply. And sure
enough, their 9 metre bus rolled alongside us shortly after. They've
got that same sticker too; as do many of our favourite people who
we've met on the road. And as they say, just because you find one bad
apple doesn't mean you should give up the whole tree. I just
appreciate the good ones I meet even more now!

About Me

Jackie Norman had her first work published at the tender age of seven and has been writing for both national and international newspapers, magazines and websites ever since. Also formerly known as Penny Wise from Simple Savings, Jackie is the co-author of 'The $21 Challenge' and has written a weekly column for That's Life! magazine for nine years under the same name.
In 2016, after more than a decade of whittling down her materialistic lifestyle, Jackie sold her home and now lives on the road permanently, travelling the length and breadth of NZ in a campervan called Ken with husband Gareth and faithful dog Minnie. You can follow their travels on Facebook at Riches Have Wheels, on Instagram @parsleymonious or in print each month in Motorhomes, Caravans & Destinations magazine.